After letting 3 trains go by this morning "because of an earlier incident on the 7 line," we pull up in Grand Central. I get out of the train and old man pushes (You have to check out this old man pushing the floor, pretty good) me with his arm. I ask why he did push me?
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
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